You said, "I really
need to ask his name.
We all just call him
the homeless guy".
The homeless guy...
sleeps in a truck cab
on cold nights when
he has nowhere to go,
and different area
businesses take care of him,
including yours...
He is polite,
volunteers, empties
garbage without being asked,
helps people out in hopes
of being offered a meal,
some loose change,
a place to sleep,
a couple dollars
for bus fare or
a cup of coffee
at McDonalds.
You first told me about him
the day you offered him
a ten-dollar bill and
he was offended, said he
only wanted a dollar
to fill his coffee cup.
Now, you make a habit
of keeping ones in your wallet,
of offering him a hug,
some conversation,
and of watching him
with a tender heart.
As I imagine you
taking him into an embrace
and opening your wallet
instead of closing your eyes,
I get a lump in my throat.
God sent him to you.
You are making a difference.
You are my hero.
